Carnival of the Recipes #41: My fav fruit salad

Although I have vivid memories from childhood of this special treat…
It’s not just a fruit salad, but it’s certainly my fav. My mom swears she never made it (though I can still see me and my four siblings jockeying over our fav fruit pieces… ). But then, that has been happening more and more often lately.  It’s either a sign of her advancing age or mine.
Regardless, I have been making this salad that boldly mocks Waldorf salads as being too wussie for at least thirty years, myself, so…
Here’s another “process, not a recipe” recipe for you. Measurements/amounts are NOT exact; vary at will:
Mocking Wussie Waldorf Salads Salad
1/2 medium head of (green) cabbage, shredded or chopped
2/3 cup chopped walnuts (more or less, preferably more 🙂
2/3 cup chopped celery (frankly, more celery is a good thing)
about 1/2 cup raisins
1Tbs lemon juice and zest of one lemon (lime juice is a nice variation)
one can (your fav) fruit cocktail (pineapple, pear, peach, grape, etc. pieces in fruit syrup–I distinctly recall vying for the maraschino cherry pieces as a child. heh)
one apple, cleaned, cored, NOT peeled and cut into pieces
1/3 to 1/2 cup of mayonnaise, salad dressing or Miracle Whip.
Mix it all in a large bowl. Chill for an hour or more. Eat.
My memory is of this served with chicken pot pie. So that’s the way I do it.
Note: I’ve been known to add some celery seed from time to time. I like it.  Opinions vary.
Recipe hunters, welcome!  Come on in.  Grab a cuppa joe.  Put your feet on the coffee table and relax a while.  In other parts of this blog, I rant and rave, ponder and pontificate, wander and wonder, but food is for fun as much as simply fuel. So enjoy, drop me a note and tell me how this turned out for you, should you try it. Or just wander around a while and wonder what you’ve let yourself in for.

John F Kerry is a liar

[UPDATE: Don Singleton has a good roundup of various comments about Jean Fraud sKerry’s disingenuous proclamation that he’s “signed it” (whatever the antecedent of that “it” may be… ) .  And thanks for the link, Don.]
 

 
Just read the interview in yesterday’s Boston Globe article carefully.  Kerry and his flappers* craft some slimy disingenuity out of an opportunity to answer some direct questions clearly an unabiguously.  I’ve cited examples below, but one bears repeating. Asked if and when he had signed SF-180, Kerry replied:

“I have signed it,” Kerry said. Then, he added that his staff was ”still going through it” and ”very, very shortly, you will have a chance to see it.”

As I commented over at Cathouse Chat
 
Is sKerry subliterate or does he really expect this lil piece of obfuscation will fly because everyone else is?
 
Check the quote above and notice the amphibolous use of “it.” Does “it” refer to his records or to the SF-180… or to neither? His use of the pronoun just makes no sense.
 
And that’s probably exactly the way he wants it.
 
I say, let’s google bomb his senate website associating the word “liar” with
 
 
Or (or perhaps better, /and/) Google bomb John Kerry associating his name with
 
 
Either or both would work for me:
 
John F Kerry is a liar .

 
Try it.  It feels good just to say it out loud.
 
And better to say it with links.
 
🙂

This just in…

Newsateleven…
 
 
Precision Guided Humor Assignment Reminder: What consequences would you like to befall Newsweek for running the fake Koran-flushing story? due by 9pm EDT Wednesday, May 25th. Late entries must be accompanied by a lame excuse.
 
‘K Harvey, et al.  Since I’m all full of sweetness and light, wouldn’t hurt a fly, butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth, yadayadayada, here’s my modest proposal for a simple reminder to the Newsweak folks to do a little fact-checking (and to have a biopsy done on that ugly lump on their collective back: looks like malignant bias to anyone with two functioning brain cells) before running another lie:
 
Every single solitary person who works for Newsweak in any capacity connected to any word that ever gets printed MUST be given a Swirly Tutorial by each and every member of the military stationed at Gitmo.
 
That’s   
  1. Line up all the dweebs who work for Newsweak.
  2. One at a time, the personnel at gitmo give swirlies to a single employee until the Gitmo personnel are too pooped to give that ONE dweeb another swirly. (Gonna take a while: those marines are in good shape.)
  3. Rest the Gitmo personnel for tomorrow’s lesson taught to the next Newsweak dweeb.
  4. Keep the newsweak dweebs standing in line while the Gitmo folks nap.
  5. Repeat with next Newsweak dweeb until all have toilet-fresh hair.
Combine each Speech-impaired Piscine’s* physical lesson with, “See? Your head’s smaller than the typical Koran, and it’s still not flushing down the toilet.  Got it?”  Eventually, some of them will learn.  Maybe.
 
Followup tutorial:
 
If Newsweak dweebs repeat error of lying about the military in spite of Swirly Tutorial, next tutorial:
 
“How to hold a target at Marine rifleman training.”
 
 
 
*”Speech-impaired Piscine”—Dumb Bass, of course.
 
 

Remember when?

You recall in one of the presidential debates when Jean Fraud sKerry recounted how his mother tried to encourage him to stop lying?
 
Yeh, you remember that.  She tried one last time to pound it into his skull that he needed to start developing some “Integrity, integrity, integrity.”
 
Here’s my lil reminder to Jean Fraud sKerry (otherwise known as John F. Kerry):
 

Just for fun.

Who likes plain beige boxes? OK, you can both put your hands down, now.
 
I’ve never been a fan of plain box computer looks. But I’ve not felt attracted to the flourescent/translucent Macs or the whirly-lights moded gamer look, so, I was sorta left with the option of buying someone else’s idea of a cool looking case (usually, *blech!*) or doing something about it, myself.
 
The old bird shown below houses an older (333Mhz) processor and only 256 MB ram, etc., but yes, that’s mahogany veneer (and yes, I painted the dustcatcher front black). 
 
 

It’s not the camera; it’s my photography “skills.” 🙂 
 
I liked that veneered, stained and varnished look.  Still do.  But when a mobo I ordered came with a nice case, and I was temporarily (I thought) out of veneering materials (found some more later, tucked away safely.  heh) I decided to use some paint/glaze that I’d used on a furniture project to give it a more attractive look.  Added some mahogany pieces to slotcovers, etc., and…
 


It’s not the camera; it’s my photography skills, still. 🙂 
 
I think I’ll add another optical drive to Ziggy, but for now, the one is just fine, and the mahogany slot cover is nice.
 
I used to, before it died the death of clicks, have a nice black keyboard I had face-veneered with mahogany on all but the keycaps, but since it’s only good for looking at, it’s junk, now. My current wireless keyboard for this computer is a nice, attractive gray/black, so I’m not itching to change its looks.  The mouse that goes with the wireless keyboard, though… Hmmm… how touch would it be to carve a cover for that??? And now that I think about it, what about the fascia for my monitor? Hmmm… Tha’d look nice civered in a mahogany veneer or with the computer case’s paint treatement…
 
🙂
 

Liar! Liar!

[UPDATED, AGAIN: Don Singleton has a good roundup of various comments about Jean Fraud sKerry’s disingenuous proclamation that he’s “signed it” (whatever the antecedent of that “it” may be… ) .  And thanks for the link, Don.
 
[UPDATE: ACCORDING TO A REPORT quoted on Michelle Malkin’s blog, sKerry has signed his SF-180:
 
 On Friday, May 20, Kerry obtained a copy of Form 180 and signed it. ”The next step is to send it to the Navy, which will happen in the next few days. The Navy will then send out the records,” e-mailed Wade [a Kerry staff worker]. Kerry first said he would sign Form 180 when pressed by Tim Russert during a Jan. 30 appearance on ”Meet the Press.”
How disingenuous is that?  For weeks people have been emailing and faxing and snailmailing him the form. And it’s been readily available even before then, without all that “help.”  And he finally “obtained” a form on May 20?
 
Liar.
 
Tries to make it sound as though it were a major task to get his hands on one.  And as though he just managed to get his hands on one on May 20. His staff must be keeping his faxes, emails and snail mail away from him, cos he’s gotten enough of them to fill a weeks-long (real, old-time) filibuster just reading one after another of the copies he’s recieved aloud.
 
Liar.
 
Now we’ll just have to see if he actually did sign it as he said. Note this little gem:
”I have signed it,” Kerry said. Then, he added that his staff was ”still going through it” and ”very, very shortly, you will have a chance to see it.”
Note the disinformation: he was asked when he’d signed the SF-180 and did not answer the question (“when”).  Then note that he simply said he’d signed “it”–leaving out what “it” he was referring to, since we all know that means he can go back later and assert “it” was something other than the SF-180, because he then says we will very shortly have a chance to see “it”–“it” what?  The SF-180?  We can see and read it already!  Not with his signature, of course…
 
Oh, and what is this about his staff ”still going through it”?  Surely he cannot mean the SF-180 he was asked about? The darned thing is only 3 pages long!  He must have a staff of illiterate cretins, if that is the “it” he signed.
 
Which “it” refers to the SF-180 and which “it” refers to his military records—if either one refers to either set of documents?
 
sKerry’s apparently not saying.
 
Oh, how I’d like to hear reports of a conflagration in his pants…
 
Children used to taunt people like Jean Fraud sKerry on the playground with “Liar, liar, pants on fire; nose as long as a telephone wire.” Yeh, I know.  So very oldtimer: obscure literary/cultural references to Pinochio and actual POTS service. And kids today don’t taunt liars.  They want to grow up to be just like ’em.
 
*sigh*
 
(I’m a day behind.  Monday was supposed to be my major curmudgeonly mode day. heh )
 
But back on point.  Jean Fraud sKerry maintains his standing as a world class liar, a standing he has held at least since his days lying before the Senate “back in the day.” Eh? You say?  What now?
 
Look at the “Jean Fraud sKerry’s a liar” counter toward the top of this blog.  Yeh, it doesn’t say it’s a “Jean Fraud sKerry’s a liar” counter, but it is. What it says today is:
 
“114 days ago, John Kerry promised, on national TV, to sign form SF-180 and release his military records. He has yet to do so.”
So, asserting that once again Jean Fraud sKerry has lied to the American public is a slam dunk.  A piece of cake.  A provable assertion.
 
What to do… what to do…
 
Well, apparently, sKerry has gotten tired of all the faxes he’s recieved and shut down the numbers I published here a couple of weeks ago, so mail and email may be our only way of contacting this *spit* *gag* politician to remind him to make good on ONE promise.
 
 
From Cao’s Blog, this helpful piece of information:
Kerry moved his email form to http://kerry.senate.gov/v3/contact/email.html .
What do you wanna bet he’ll hide again, as soon as our emails reach him?  Just do it.  And pop on over to Cao’s Blog and join the Tuesday 180 blogburst, OK?
 
heh. Ya just have to appreciate Cao’s sense of humor:
“NOTE: In accordance with Title 17 U.S.C. section 107, this material is distributed without profit or payment to those who have expressed a prior interest in receiving this information for non-profit research and educational purposes only.”
On second thought… maybe that’s covering the bases… you never can tell what freedoms the politicians are going to insist are theirs and theirs alone.  You know, like political speech (which was once covered by the First Amendment.  The First Amendment now apparently only covers free “expression” that is obscene or anti-Christian or incites to violence).
 
Once again, that emailto for sKerry can be found (today, at least—until he runs and hides again) at
 
 

A cautionary from Kipling—discouraging the savages

As counterpoint to the lies of Mass Media Podpeople about our military personnel who are facing jihadis, listen to Kipling:
 
The Grave of the Hundred Head
 
by Rudyard Kipling.
 
   There’s a widow in sleepy Chester
   Who weeps for her only son;
   There’s a grave on the Pabeng River,
   A grave that the Burmans shun;
   And there’s Subadar Prag Tewarri
   Who tells how the work was done.
 
A Snider squibbed in the jungle-
Somebody laughed and fled,
And the men of the First Shikaris
Picked up their Subaltern dead,
With a big blue mark in his forehead
And the back blown out of his head.
 
Subadar Prag Tewarri,
Jemadar Hira Lal,
Took command of the party,
Twenty rifles in all,
Marched them down to the river
As the day was beginning to fall.
 
They buried the boy by the river,
A blanket over his face-
They wept for their dead Lieutenant,
The men of an alien race-
They made a samadh in his honour,
A mark for his resting-place.
 
For they swore by the Holy Water,
They swore by the salt they ate,
That the soul of Lieutenant Eshmitt Sahib
Should go to his God in state,
With fifty file of Burmans
To open him Heaven’s Gate.
 
The men of the First Shikaris
Marched till the break of day,
Till they came to the rebel village
The village of Pabengmay-
A jingal covered the clearing,
Caltrops hampered the way.
 
Subadar Prag Tewarri,
Biddin8 them load with ball,
Halted a dozen rifles
Under the village wall;
Sent out a flanking-party
With Jemadar Hira Lal.
The men of the First Shikaris
Shouted and smote and slew,
Turning the grinning jingal
On to the howling crew.
The Jemadar’s flanking-party
Butchered the folk who flew.
 
Long was the morn of slaughter,
Long was the list of slain,
Five score heads were taken,
Five score heads and twain;
And the men of the First Shikaris
Went back to their grave again,
 
Each man bearing a basket
Red as his palms that day,
Red as the blazing village-
The village of Pabengmay
And the “drip-drip-drip” from the baskets
Reddened the grass by the way
 
They made a pile of their trophies
High as a tall man’s chin,
Head upon head distorted,
Set in a sightless grin,
Anger and pain and terror
Stamped on the smoke-scorched skin.
 
Subadar Prag Tewarri
Put the head of the Boh
On the top of the mound of triumph,
The head of his son below-
With the sword and the peacock banner
That the world might behold and know.
Thus the samadh was perfect,
Thus was the lesson plain
Of the wrath of the First Shikaris-
The price of white man slain;
And the men of the First Shikaris
Went back into camp again.
 
Then a silence came to the river,
A hush fell over the shore,
And Bohs that were brave departed,
And Sniders squibbed no more;
For the Burmans said
That a white man’s head
Must be paid for with heads five-score.
 
 
   There’s a widow in sleepy Chester
   Who weeps for her only son;
   There’s a grave on the Pabeng River,
   A grave that the Burmans shun;
   And there’s Subadar Prag Tewarri
   Who tells how the work was done
.
 
I’d say Kipling got the ratio about right: 300,000+ jihadis is a good start on a cautionary retribution for 9-11. It’d at least give the next savage jihadi pause.
 
(Oh, and radioactive glass where the sands of Mecca and Medina are now—a monument that could be seen from space—would be a more fitting than any monument raised in NYC. In case you’d missed it, I’m not feeling exceptionally charitable toward filthy Muslim jihadis at the moment. Or, frankly, for any moment since 9-11. Note that the official population estimates for Mecca are within an order of magnitude of a “proper” number for a “cautionary retribution” ~ 377,000.)

 
 
 
 

Today was eaten by locusts…

*sigh*
 
Very Nice having The Daughter visit for my birthday anniversary.  Good to spend much of the day running down parts, etc., and making essential repairs to her car. My BD present to me.  :-)  Add the treat of her presence and The Son, and all was well, indeed. (And yes, according to one manner of figuring, I’m still only thirty-six and one-half years old. Makes it interesting to have been married for somewhere in the close neighborhood of twenty-seven years… heh “According to one manner of figuring… ” I’ll stick with that story.)
 
But… still, time eaten.  Much left undone. Much to do to catch up on from time taken due to last week’s Wonderfully Successful Operation.  🙂
 
And Kipling Tuesday and 180 Blogburst to prep for tomorrow.
 
Coming…

Filter today’s (and tomorrow’s and… ) news through this

[NOTE; BUMPING THIS TO THE TOP—folks, read the Bill Whittle essay.  Just CLICK the link and read. Just. Do. It.  In the past few days, I have had multiple upon multiple hundreds of folks view posts on this blog. Yet only one has commented on this post. So read, especially the update at the end.]
 
The best links can come from the strangest places…
 
By now, most folks know that IMAO is the nuthouse of the blogosphere, where the (space)monkeys (is that monkies?:-) rule the zoo.  Great place.  I recommend regular reading there.  But what I’m not used to seeing is links to material that’s of as high a quality as this . Sure, there’s lotsa lighthearted snark directed at serious stuff, but this is just pure gold. Thanks, Frank J., for pointing out Bill Whittle’s re-entry into the fray. As Jay Tea at Whizbang! says,
 
This one piece is precisely the one I wish I had written. The one I wish I could have written. He explains what I fumbled around, ties together all that I wish I could have thought of, and concludes exactly the way I wish I could have. And so much BETTER.
Damn.

Yeh, what he said (and soooo much better than I would have in revealing my envy… 🙂
 
And, thanks again, Frank, for being the first to clue me into Bill Whittle’s Sanctuary Part I and Sanctuary Part II.
 
UPDATE: Here’s a very short excerpt from Part I. I could almost literally have clipped at random and have gotten something true and provocative. It’s a brief excerpt of the section where Whittle deals with the effects of the Fantasists (as I have previously labeled them) on society, on civilization. Read and then CLICK on one of the links above… or anywhere in the text below.
 

“Reality has left their building.
 
“The inability of external reality to become perfect is a profound disappointment for people who live in their own fantasy worlds where everything is perfect. Such people expect the external world, the world beyond the boundaries of our Sanctuary, to behave like a celebrity awards show dinner or a faculty lounge. Of course, only very, very small areas of the world behave like a celebrity award show dinner or a faculty lounge. But when enough people experience nothing else, and when those pampered, bored, hollow and guilty elites control the way information is reported, run the schools and universities in which reality-free theories are taught, and hold the keys to the manufacture of a society’s myths and stories and culture – well, then the disconnect between the Civilization and reality becomes so acute that the wing stalls and what was once a soaring airplane becomes a few tons of metal plummeting earthward.”